I told Millie that was probably what it was. “You really think he hired a private detective to tail us? I mean, it’s pretty crazy.”
“You don’t know my Dad. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about you.” Millie wanted to know what it was like when I first got here.
“Oh, you mean Cleveland? We thought it was the ugliest city in the world. All those chimneys, steel mills, the salt flats. Tinker-toy bridges. Compared to the Chain Bridge over the Danube and the Parliament in Budapest, Cleveland scared the s**t out of us. We first lived in the inner city, with its graffiti and rusty fire escapes. Funny, I still miss it. Most of the kids were Puerto Ricans. One of them pulled a knife on me once for fouling him in a pick-up basketball game. Oh yeah, the first day of school, m
